Nothing much to say… Fang is going to be OOC in this chappie.

Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride (haha I feel so official)

Fang POV

I woke up strapped to a bed. A FREAKING BED!

There were Velcro straps holding onto my wrists and ankles and no amount of tugging could loosen them.

"Hey newbie," a voice said from somewhere in the room. This white, disgusting room.

"Who are you?" I asked suspiciously.

"I am Max, who are you?"

"Uh, Fang."

"Yes, you should be afraid, you see, while you've been out like a light the past four days, me and the others have been in testing, what you will be in soon." Her voice sounded like a predator about to pounce.

4 days!

"Where are the other?"

The girl yawned. "In testing."

"Why aren't you in testing?"

"I just got back, I am in the same position as you. Just remember that. When those things are happening to you in that room, remember the rest of us, remember we already went through it."

I still couldn't see her, I could only see the (disgusting) white ceiling.

Footsteps came down what I'm guessing was a hallway.

"Get down," a stern voice said, and I heard two plops. I'm guessing two people just got back from 'testing'.

Velcro snapped and the person walked over to my bed.

I could see her now, red hair, pale skin, freckles, wearing what looked like a permanent scowl.

She handcuffed me and pushed me toward the door. I looked around the room and saw the only person who could be Max, a skinny girl with sandy hair also strapped to a bed; and two exhausted looking kids who might have been siblings. They were strapped to beds too.

The red head walked me down the hallway and I looked into a room with a window as we passed. A tall strawberry blonde dude was benching weights that looked too heavy for the muscle-iest person in the world to lift. An African girl was running a treadmill at what looked like 13 mph at the least. They both had bags under their eyes.

"I am Brigid, but you will call me Dr. Dwyer," Brigid - ahem - Dr. Dwyer said.

She took me into yet another white room and I almost puked. Lab supplies, doctor stuff. I hate the doctor. Just then, I noticed that Dr. Dwyer was wearing a white lab coat.

She laughed like your classic villan and slapped a wet rag over my face.

"Don't worry, this will only hurt… a lot," she said.

Wow. Cliché much? was the last thing I thought before I passed out.

_one operation later_

I woke up, again, in that white room.

Max started talking to me again. "You missed recreational time."

"Okay?" I said, but it came out a question.

"We all had recreational time," said a tired voice. It cracked as if it had been crying. The voice must have been the little girl I saw with what must have been her older brother.

"Shh Angel, shh," said another female voice.

"We don't want them coming back again," said a male voice.

"How many people are in here?" I asked.

"None really," said Max.

"What do you mean?"

"We are all, even you, now anyway, human-avian hybrids."

"What!"

"We're bird kids, even you," said a boys voice.

"So who's here?" I asked wearily.

"Nudge!" called the other women's voice that wasn't Max's.

"Iggy," said the man's voice.

"Gazzy," said the boys voice.

"Angel," said the girls voice that had been crying.

"That's Fang," said Max.

"Hi Fang," they all chimed.

I relaxed all of my muscles and closed my eyes, hoping this was some scary dream.

About twenty minutes later, I'm just guessing here, I was still in the white room, surrounded by the even breathing of people sleeping. Except for one person who was whisper-yelling at something. I recognized Max's voice. She just never took a break.

"What did you mean by human-avian hybrids?" I asked, not really wanting the answer.

"We all are now part bird. We have wings, our endurance has increased, and we have greater strength than any human being."

"That's a lot after just one operation."

Wings?

"These people are the mad scientist type, they send their erasers to collect, and make crazy experiments. I was the only one here not collected by an eraser."

"Then who were you taken by?" I asked.

"My father," she said coolly, and I knew the conversation was over.

I heard some rustling from her direction of the room and around ten minutes later she was also sleeping.

I shifted my body as much as I could while being strapped down, trying to get comfortable.

I was still awake for what seemed like forever until I just drifted off into the nothingness that is sleep.

Or maybe death.

I really wished it was death.